A Slow Cure

A little girl cried out, “Does none love me?” And gazed out the panes in certain despair, Her curtained heart barred her eyes that would see, And she faded into imagined worlds so fair. While the rain passed by singing… Chorus: Hey, Li La, sweet child of all The slow cure is e’er the surest. listen for the Saviors call, While your heart learns to … Continue reading A Slow Cure